I woke up at 6 in the morning and made beetroot palya and bendekai palya packed lunch, snack and all the other things in the list (Yes,I made a list)for my 17 month old and hubs.
Oh I also boiled eggs and vegetables(seperately).
Whew.... Whew..Whew...
If you do all these activities everyday stop reading right now.(well you probably would'nt be reading it in the first place if you were this busy.or unless I cornered you in a gettogether or something and made you read the blog right away.)
Anyways since last year and half (approximately) after I had the baby I have had people help me out( I can see me husband smirk)..Fine, I am not good at lying so, here I go, I have had my mom and my MIL do a lot of stuff around the house..(everything?) for us.Yeah I know , many of the DIL's raising their brows, but my MIL's good.No if's but's pauses etc.She's just really good.Both of them took charge of the complete household chores and all I had to do was to go to work come back and take care/play with my son.My MIL infact left me some atakkuntu lekkakilla(minimal amount) type dishes of to clean in the night so I dont have to feel guilty about making her do all the work.
In my defense I did try to do the stuff.You know how the parents are right? Esp Mom's they do everything for you and they crib/pity.If you are busy they feel bad that" My lil one is so busy", if you are not busy they worry about "You not having a job".You get the picture right.So my Mom would say how difficult it is for a woman to work and manage home and told me to relax and I exactly did the same for the last 6 months.
Anyway since my mom left this weekend we havent switched on the TV.( I have to admit its kind of boring).
Hubby darling who would roll his eyes whenever my mom gave parenting advice (Dont get me wrong ,He is a really really nice man but you know how it is with this generation people,they never want to listen to anybody.)hasnt even shown the slightest inclination of touching the remote.My lil one was a little cranky at the airport while she was leaving , but now he seems to be really enjoying the undiveded attention from both of us.My beet root palya came out well but bendekai had a little (too much )salt.
My Son is slowly taking over our bed.We dont know how to make him sleep in his crib.Now he doesnt even cry when he wakes up in his crib in the night.
He calls us,either shashesh(for shailesh) or Ammas for -Amma or shailesh whoever is goign to get up.(which is usually him if its before 2 and me if its after 3AM.I am a morning person and he is not).
Its like a ritual for us.We put him into his bed after he is asleep and then he wakes up and calls us from the crib .Its like he is saying "Okay put me back in my place so I can kick you both with my tiny legs which really hurts BTW ". I cant really imagine how a kicks from an adult would really feel.I am no voilent person.I am back to my normal pukkul self since I stopped kickboxing.
I still have the idli hittu, varities of dose hittu and lots of frozen chapthi's in the freezer.So may be I am still not up for the title of soccer Mom.
P.S. Inspite of all the kicking ,scratching eyes(oops I have to cut his nails ..) ,and pulling hair I can not deny that I just cant let him sleep in his crib when he wakes up in the night and I kind of love picking him up and putting him into our bed although its midnight.Parenthood !
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Story of a Soldier Mom.
Often as a child when I read history books aboout war , or watched a historical war movie,I always asked a simple question "Why do people/nations go on war?"
Its one of the most simple questions with no simple answer.
As I grew up , I still felt emotional when I heard war stories and war movies, but slowly avoided paying attention to that part of the news,firstly I was busy and secondly I was well just "growing up ".
Today as I came into office and opened yahoo, I saw a beautiful woman with glasses holding her son.it wasnt like a poster picture of similac or johnson & johnson.There was something about her eyes,which made me click the link.Its the story about a solider mom, who has been jailed or something because she missed her deployment to afghanisthan as she couldnt find someone to take care of her son.Although its been a really busy day at work, I just couldnt help thinking about the mom and the son.
I am sure there is not a single working Mom out there who would say that she feels happy to leave the baby at a sitter and head back to work leave alone afghanisthan.Which makes me thinking, in a situation like this whats more important?Serving your country ? (I dont think war in Afghanisthan can be particularly classified as a patriotic act.Well I am no politician and my political knowledge isnt so strong to debate this either.)or Take care of the baby, which is every mother's basic instinct.
Which brings me back to the same question "Why do people/nations go on war?".In the meanwhile the picture of soldier mom with glasses, keeps coming back.I dont really want to give any description for those eyes, but see it for yourself.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091117/ap_on_re_us/us_soldier_mom_deployment_6
You will understand why the image is so difficult to forget.Soldier mom, I really do hope things work out to you in the best possible way.
Lots of love and best wishes.
~A Mom.
Its one of the most simple questions with no simple answer.
As I grew up , I still felt emotional when I heard war stories and war movies, but slowly avoided paying attention to that part of the news,firstly I was busy and secondly I was well just "growing up ".
Today as I came into office and opened yahoo, I saw a beautiful woman with glasses holding her son.it wasnt like a poster picture of similac or johnson & johnson.There was something about her eyes,which made me click the link.Its the story about a solider mom, who has been jailed or something because she missed her deployment to afghanisthan as she couldnt find someone to take care of her son.Although its been a really busy day at work, I just couldnt help thinking about the mom and the son.
I am sure there is not a single working Mom out there who would say that she feels happy to leave the baby at a sitter and head back to work leave alone afghanisthan.Which makes me thinking, in a situation like this whats more important?Serving your country ? (I dont think war in Afghanisthan can be particularly classified as a patriotic act.Well I am no politician and my political knowledge isnt so strong to debate this either.)or Take care of the baby, which is every mother's basic instinct.
Which brings me back to the same question "Why do people/nations go on war?".In the meanwhile the picture of soldier mom with glasses, keeps coming back.I dont really want to give any description for those eyes, but see it for yourself.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091117/ap_on_re_us/us_soldier_mom_deployment_6
You will understand why the image is so difficult to forget.Soldier mom, I really do hope things work out to you in the best possible way.
Lots of love and best wishes.
~A Mom.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Looking for a strong story.
Off late I have been thinking of what my true talent is, something that I enjoy doing and a something where I am a 'natural' natuarally.
I enjoy talking/gossping, but that can never count in as a hobby or a a talent right?
I used to write funny things when I was a kid(atleast , thats what I was told by my family).
So after all these years I set out to writing, one day out of pain, out of frustration I wrote the above blog.
Well, dont expect a "the rest is history, fairy tale" here.Nothing has happened since then.
I tried to put my thoughts into that direction, like how those famous people say
eveyrthing I look at is a subject for me.
It was lunch with my colleagues, and he was sharing this anecdote of how when he and a his wife fight ,and how his wife (Rest of the women) thinks she is always right.
Cool,This is what I needed, I thought.
My essay/book would be called as "Why women are always right" and the cover would have Newyork Time's best seller..
Other than the title, and the cover picture with a attractive cartoon of a woman (obviously !)with hands on hip, I had nothing.
I pondered on this for a while and concluded that may be this subject is not strong enough to have a physical form, and I decided to look for new storylines.
My next subject was from a tv interview about fall getaways.
We were looking to get away to some place this thanksgiving (we are still looking BTW),and I came across this report on cnn about perfect fall getaways.Here is how the actual interview goes.
"Hi xyz, from some travel magazine, whats your recommendation for fall getaway"
"Hi zxy, here are my picks for fall.
Lake placid- you can get a nice B&B for $250 .
Mounatain frickingExpensive-There is a nice little resort,theres a deal of $1000 for 2 nights, its a little bit expensive ...and then..blah blah...I didnt care to hear any more.
Alright who are these people who want to pay $500 for a hotel room? I let my imagination to fly and thought this would make a good story.
Nope ,I realized after 2 more days thinking in the train that I got nothing.
Then came this weekend where in we have a drama played by a local troupe.
Here was my Aha moment, I need to write a short play.
I am funny, people do really laugh at my jokes,some of them just laugh when I just speak(although that number is very low).
so I set out to write a smart and funny play.
I started to look for inspiration, how about a play about variety of characters in the office?
I already had characters ,The know it all guy, The hardworking nerd,The drama queen, The suckup...
I imagined myself directing the drama, and people complementing on how funny I am,and me telling in an interview how some of my friends are still not happy with me, and have stopped talking to me.
So the characters were ready but whats going to be the plot? Hmmmm....
To make this a success I needed a strong story.
How about something centered around a big goof up of the century by one of the characters(probably the drama queen,I dont like her)
or how about something like a moving tale,like lets say one of the character finding a baby on the train railings..
I was now laughing aloud when I realzied how absurd my plot was.
Where was this idea from? (probably a CNN article about a lady delivering a baby while peeing in the train..)
Thank god, I had reached my station and I had to put a stop to my train of thoughts.
Mind is a wierd thing though, inspite of realizing how much effort it took to write a story, I never stopped looking for one.
Its halloween this wekeend, and I thought why not write a ghost story, or may be horror story, like that twilight writer who just wrote her first novel out of nowhere and started a trend.
Let me tell you I am not a big fan of horror movies or horror books.Not that I would not enjoy them(if I ever read them), but just that I am really a wuss.
You probably will never know this thing about me, if you saw me soldiering in central park, or saw me wandering in the dark in a totally unknown place.
Yes, I can do all this because I never read those horror books, my thoughts are not driven by watching or reading about the wind blowing omniously while an wolf cries in the distant and an owl echoes in.
I remain oblivous to the notion/images about a stranger with a saw hiding behind the bush ready to jump in the same exact moment when I am crosssing the bush.
So , this probably is the most horror that I can imagine and I want to leave it at that.
Its been a month since the begining of this experiment ,I have not been able to write a single story or a short play, but I still keep looking.
In the mean while I did write a small poem about my hubby and son, I kind of like it.
I dont know whether all the prose and poetry is right or left,fresh or frozen but I liked it beacuse I wrote it from my heart.
He liked it too..
I enjoy talking/gossping, but that can never count in as a hobby or a a talent right?
I used to write funny things when I was a kid(atleast , thats what I was told by my family).
So after all these years I set out to writing, one day out of pain, out of frustration I wrote the above blog.
Well, dont expect a "the rest is history, fairy tale" here.Nothing has happened since then.
I tried to put my thoughts into that direction, like how those famous people say
eveyrthing I look at is a subject for me.
It was lunch with my colleagues, and he was sharing this anecdote of how when he and a his wife fight ,and how his wife (Rest of the women) thinks she is always right.
Cool,This is what I needed, I thought.
My essay/book would be called as "Why women are always right" and the cover would have Newyork Time's best seller..
Other than the title, and the cover picture with a attractive cartoon of a woman (obviously !)with hands on hip, I had nothing.
I pondered on this for a while and concluded that may be this subject is not strong enough to have a physical form, and I decided to look for new storylines.
My next subject was from a tv interview about fall getaways.
We were looking to get away to some place this thanksgiving (we are still looking BTW),and I came across this report on cnn about perfect fall getaways.Here is how the actual interview goes.
"Hi xyz, from some travel magazine, whats your recommendation for fall getaway"
"Hi zxy, here are my picks for fall.
Lake placid- you can get a nice B&B for $250 .
Mounatain frickingExpensive-There is a nice little resort,theres a deal of $1000 for 2 nights, its a little bit expensive ...and then..blah blah...I didnt care to hear any more.
Alright who are these people who want to pay $500 for a hotel room? I let my imagination to fly and thought this would make a good story.
Nope ,I realized after 2 more days thinking in the train that I got nothing.
Then came this weekend where in we have a drama played by a local troupe.
Here was my Aha moment, I need to write a short play.
I am funny, people do really laugh at my jokes,some of them just laugh when I just speak(although that number is very low).
so I set out to write a smart and funny play.
I started to look for inspiration, how about a play about variety of characters in the office?
I already had characters ,The know it all guy, The hardworking nerd,The drama queen, The suckup...
I imagined myself directing the drama, and people complementing on how funny I am,and me telling in an interview how some of my friends are still not happy with me, and have stopped talking to me.
So the characters were ready but whats going to be the plot? Hmmmm....
To make this a success I needed a strong story.
How about something centered around a big goof up of the century by one of the characters(probably the drama queen,I dont like her)
or how about something like a moving tale,like lets say one of the character finding a baby on the train railings..
I was now laughing aloud when I realzied how absurd my plot was.
Where was this idea from? (probably a CNN article about a lady delivering a baby while peeing in the train..)
Thank god, I had reached my station and I had to put a stop to my train of thoughts.
Mind is a wierd thing though, inspite of realizing how much effort it took to write a story, I never stopped looking for one.
Its halloween this wekeend, and I thought why not write a ghost story, or may be horror story, like that twilight writer who just wrote her first novel out of nowhere and started a trend.
Let me tell you I am not a big fan of horror movies or horror books.Not that I would not enjoy them(if I ever read them), but just that I am really a wuss.
You probably will never know this thing about me, if you saw me soldiering in central park, or saw me wandering in the dark in a totally unknown place.
Yes, I can do all this because I never read those horror books, my thoughts are not driven by watching or reading about the wind blowing omniously while an wolf cries in the distant and an owl echoes in.
I remain oblivous to the notion/images about a stranger with a saw hiding behind the bush ready to jump in the same exact moment when I am crosssing the bush.
So , this probably is the most horror that I can imagine and I want to leave it at that.
Its been a month since the begining of this experiment ,I have not been able to write a single story or a short play, but I still keep looking.
In the mean while I did write a small poem about my hubby and son, I kind of like it.
I dont know whether all the prose and poetry is right or left,fresh or frozen but I liked it beacuse I wrote it from my heart.
He liked it too..
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